Animals don't have money, they only obey or betray, and they just eat for a bite.

After becoming mothers, the females teach the children the skills to survive, and then each has a destiny.

Diseases and disasters can only be borne by themselves, even as mothers, siblings or companions can only watch like this most of the time, wait, and then turn away, this is the so-called natural selection.

But human beings are different, human beings have invented a thing called money, which can be eaten or not, but can be exchanged for food.

He can't wear it but can make people wear the best clothes, he is not related to anyone but can make the most strangers warm and friendly. In many cases, even in danger, others are willing to lend a helping hand to help you. It is even possible to obtain a status similar to that of the head wolf in a wolf pack.

Money makes things easier, but money also makes things complicated. We all need money, we all need to live.

It's not okay to have no money, of course, if I just don't have the money to force him with rudeness, it's not impossible, but it's not good, it's not just that I see that this doctor also has children and old people at home, and if I really want to do it, I will inevitably die and be injured, I don't want to hurt people, let alone kill people.

So I can only go and make money, get enough money, get more money. I don't want this guy to die. It's not just his life! What touched me the most was that it reminded me of those days.

It is not wise to go to the rich house to steal or rob at night, this is the time of the meal, when the family is busy, it is normal for the young master to walk around at this time, it is undoubtedly too risky to enter their house to steal things, so the most suitable place to steal things now is to go to the tavern! Or go to the tavern.

There is never a shortage of drunkards in taverns, and there is never a shortage of drunks, of course, drunks generally don't have much money, and rich people generally don't buy drunk in this kind of place, and even if they do, they won't bring a lot of money, but it's enough.

I changed to a tavern, and the not-so-bright candle flame was trying to glow amid the smell of wine and all sorts of indescribable smells. There were still quite a few people in the tavern, and when I pushed the door in, I first observed the people around.

This is important.

One thing to be sure of before you start is the distribution and state of the people, what kind of state the people are in, what kind of clothes they are at, whether they have money, how much money they may have, and what methods they use to create contact opportunities if they go over, and where their wallets are probably located. This kind of thing can't be made to find a piece of paper to list and study one by one, and you can judge in an instant who should go to a group of people to start with.

Stealing is a technical job, not as simple as you think, and being bold and careful is a necessary quality. And stealing a lot of the time is really like a trick.

And when I walked into the tavern, my eyes were watching the reactions of most of the people around me, and it was absolutely not okay to be noticed! Once you are noticed or stalked at, it is easy to have an accident, so if you want to be a thief, one of the necessary points is to be inconspicuous, so ordinary that throwing into the pile of people will make you feel that he is a passerby or someone together, and you can't remember their appearance and characteristics.

I should be more in line with this feature now, my face is no longer good-looking, not handsome, not watery, and touching the bare folds. But this temperament ...... It really has to be hidden.

By the time I made my way through the crowd in the lobby and straight to the bar, I had already figured out where their money was by the time I passed by casually. When I got to the bar, I didn't approach the bar and sat down at a table with a few people chatting.

The first thing I did when I sat down was to observe the attitude of the people around me and whether they were paying attention to me, and when I was sure that it was okay, I immediately pretended to go to the bar before the bartender arrived and went back.

Of course, I won't let go of the people near the bar if they can get their hands on it.

Attracting attention is the best way to do this, and pretending to admit a mistake or inadvertently colliding is a necessary behavior. And this trick has been tried and tested repeatedly, especially if you pretend to admit your mistakes, the performance must be real, whether it is the action, demeanor, expression, or tone must be just right, you must not cause trouble when you test the other party, and you will change people if you feel bad.

I came out of the tavern with only two purses. I pinched the inside through the bag, and based on the size and thickness of the coin, as well as the weight, I felt that it was absolutely enough to buy medicine for James.

When I got back, James had a bucket with water in it. After noticing that James was still a little conscious, I knocked on the doctor's door.

I didn't want to find a problem, so I gave the money and got the medicine and things I wanted.

I dragged James to a house on the side of the street, and by the faint light from his window, I cleaned his wounds, bandaged them, and finally fed him the medicine that the doctor had prepared on his back, and finally I carried him to the docks.

There are homeless people in every city or town, and the bigger the city, the more homeless there are. The docks here are places where the homeless gather, and the hungry and cold people have their own stories to tell about how they got here, but most of them are handicapped.

I put him there, but he reached out and grabbed me, "Thank you." His mouth was swollen and he was muttering a little.

I nodded, "What happened?" I asked him.

He shook his head slightly.

"You were robbed by the people in the tavern?"

He looked frustrated, but shook his head anyway.

"Speak, I want you to speak." I'm in a bit of a hurry.

"It's okay, I can't die yet." He could barely open his mouth.

"That's because I bought ointments and herbs with money, as well as bandages and water, so that you don't have a wound from being polluted now, and tomorrow you will have a fever, and then the day after tomorrow it will become inflamed, and the day after tomorrow, you will die." I said, "You owe me." ”

He finally nodded.

"But now I want you to tell me...... What's going on. ”

"It was me who had a verbal altercation with someone." He tried to say it.

"And then you're beaten?"

He blinked.

"Who's looking for it?"

"I'm just saying that the league isn't as strong as it seems."

"And then?"

"Somebody argued with me, and then a fight ensued." He said.

"How could you make such a mistake? Could it be that werewolves have forgotten how to be human for a long time? I looked at him with a frown, and he shook his head, "I didn't fight back." ”

"Huh?" I screamed in surprise. "What do you say? Didn't fight back? You didn't fight back? ”

He hummed in response.

"Why don't you fight back?"

"I'm already in trouble, and I don't want it to get bigger." He said.

"And you begged for mercy?"

He was reluctant to make a sound.

"It seems that your apology is not very sincere." I say.

"I'll come when I go." With that, I stood up. He looked at me, and I could see the light in his eyes, the light of longing.

I felt his body collapse slightly, and I felt like I was deflated. He didn't say anything, and I didn't pay any more attention to him.

The number of people in the tavern had been reduced by more than half by this time. The increasingly dim candlelight makes the space seem slightly oppressive. There was no more noise, only normal chatter and whispering, and even the people who fell to the ground and lay on the table did not make a deafening snoring, and they didn't know if the guys were dead.

The bartender still hadn't left work yet, and it wasn't easy to do it. "You've been here three times today." The bartender didn't lift his head.

"Have a drink." As I spoke, I pushed two silver coins to him.

The bartender looked at the silver coin and didn't take it, but pouted, "I advise you to forget it." ”

"Tell me what you know?"

"Your partner...... Uh, is that your partner? He spoke softly. It's not that people are afraid of hearing it, but it's very light.

"Not so much, isn't it." I said, "I just want to know who those people are." ”

"It's the group of people around you when you sit here during the day." He said.

"Are they sailors?"

"The sheriff's man." He said.

"No wonder I feel like I can guide the country." I snorted contemptuously. "How many people moved?"

"What do you want?"

"I want them to pay for the medical bills." I said, "You don't know how much work and cost me how much they put me." ”

He frowned: "I've only heard him ask others for money, but I've never heard of anyone who dares to ask them for money." He looked up at me, "I just wanted to say ...... You may lose more than you gain. ”

"Do those guys come every day?"

He nodded.

He didn't pour me his wine, and I just got up and walked out. Instead of going back to James that night, I sneaked into the house of the big local family, and yes I needed money, I needed a lot of money to pay for the boat.

When I came again the next day the bartender was still there, and I thought he didn't need to sleep, and he was a little surprised when he saw me, because the men were still sitting in their old seats, but I didn't say anything, I didn't even look at the people, but I drank two glasses and left.

After paying the money for boarding, I waited at the tavern for night to fall again, and when the fellows came out of the tavern in droves, I walked up to them.

"Do you think the league will win?" I walked up to them and asked them. The group of guys stood up directly, "What did you say?" "One guy looked back at me.

"Did the guy you hit the day before yesterday ask you that?"

"There are really people who are not afraid of death!" One guy stuck his head out and looked at me, "Arrest him, the prison is still not satisfied." ”

"I put you in the morgue and didn't know it was full of discontent?" I squinted at them.

"You're looking for death!" One guy reached out and grabbed me, and I reached out to block it, and with my right hand, he grabbed it, and the other hand raised his foot and kicked it hard in the crotch.

I'm not sure if he'll be able to do anything for the rest of his life, but I'm sure he'll be swollen and sore all the time within a month.